Melissa

“I...can’t believe you have kittens.” I wiggled my fingers and the little guy strained to reach them. “What’re their names?”
Roth snorted. “That one is Fury. The white one is Nitro and the black one is named Thor.”
“What? You called these cuties something like that, but named a giant snake Bambi?”
He bent forward, placing a kiss on my shoulder. It was so fast I wasn’t sure he’d actually done it. “There’s sweetness in evil,” he said. “And remember, looks can be deceiving.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, White Hot Kiss

“I don't think you realize how strong you are, because sometimes strength isn't swords and steel and fire, as we are so often made to believe. Sometimes it's found in quiet, gentle places.”
― Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

“I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot." He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face. “Because I’d pick you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

“I smelled like an Upper Level demon. Roth was back and he was relatively unharmed. A Lilin had been born. Apparently an orgasm was apocalyptic.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Stone Cold Touch